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Title: Shopping Trip
Author: Chosenfire28
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN recognizable characters belong to their owners and I make no profit.
Spoilers: BtVS
Series: Daddy Dean, sort of a continuation on Slayer Girls…Emphasis On Girls
Prompt: Week 3 “Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one that touched it!"
Summary: It’s simple really; Dean and Sam take two five year olds to go shopping.
“What about that one?” Dean asked the bouncy five year old beside him. She pulled him up to the window her small hand clutching his tightly as if she was afraid to let him go. She peered at the outfit the manikin displayed and her small nose wrinkled in disgust as she announced finally “No.”
“We’ve been to three different shops.” Dean declared frustrated as five year old Buffy pulled him away from that one her green eyes scanning the mall critically.
Buffy looked up at him her eyes watering “But you promised we’d go shopping Daddy.” Her voice rose shrilly into a sob and the people near them turned to glare at the man that was making his sweet little girl cry.
Dean scooped the kid up “Real cute kid.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pointed at a little kids shop on the other side of the fountain “I wanna go there.”
“Then that’s where we’ll go.” Dean mumbled and for someone who hadn’t been around kids much he was quickly learning that this one might be more of a handful than he had originally thought.
He thought she was the sweet one so he had sent Sam off with Faith.
Too bad we didn’t know this one was a shop till you drop type.
He wondered how Sam was doing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“We’re supposed to be getting you clothes.” Sam remarked doubtfully as the dark haired little girl pointed to an arcade. Sam’s lap top was tucked under her arm possessively and he wondered what he could bribe her with to get it back.
“B will get enough clothes for both of us, I wanna play video games.” Faith declared definitely. When she saw that Sam wasn’t budging her lower lip trembled and she pleaded “Please.” Her brown eyes quickly filling with tears.
This girl was a quick learner.
Sam wavered and her hopeful eyes sent him over the edge “Okay but we still need to get you some clothes for yourself. I don’t think Buffy will want to share.”
She grinned and with a surprisingly strong grip grabbed his hand leading him the way to the place where the gory games where.
Sam couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to his lips. He rather be playing video games than shopping and was thankful Dean had taken Buffy, somehow he knew that was one girl that would max out Dean’s fake credit cards.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Sam where are you?” Dean demanded into the phone pressed to his ear frustrated and tired and hungry. He leaned against the Impala with Buffy in the passenger’s seat dressed in a pink tinker bell shirt and a pair of blue jeans Dean had urged her to get over the white. One of her bags was in her lap as she dug through the contents searching for the crayons Dean had thrown in there.
Dean glanced back at her making sure she was doing okay and she gave him a bright smile. He returned the smile with slightly less enthusiasm and growled “Dammit Sammy get your ass here or I’m going to send Blondie after you.” He snapped the phone shut and turned to Buffy who had given up her search for the crayons and was messing with his stereo.
“Hey,” he shouted and she jumped.
He immediately felt guilty for scaring the kid just cause he was worried about Sammy. “Don’t touch the stereo okay?” his voice was soft.
“Why not?” Buffy asked innocently.
Dean told her “Because I said so.”
“That’s not a reason.” Buffy pouted crossing her arms and flopping back into the seat.
“Yes it is,” Dean told her than shook his head “Don’t argue with me, I’m older so I’m right and you’re wrong.”
Buffy mumbled something under her breath and Dean was about to ask what she had said when Sam ambled up Faith holding his hand and each of them holding one bag. They were laughing and Faith had an ice cream cone.
“Where have you been?” Dean asked angrily fuming just as bad as the blond five year old in his passenger seat.
“We were at the arcade.” Faith said firmly and Sam ducked his head like he did when he was a kid and had disobeyed orders.
“Did you at least get the kid some clothes?” Dean demanded.
Sam nodded trying hard to not to keep from smiling.
“Then get in.” Dean ordered slamming into the driver’s seat and pulling his seatbelt on. When Sam looked at him and then back at Buffy Dean grinned “in the back seat Sammy, that’s were the kiddies ride.”
Buffy sat up and a sunny smile breaking across her face and Dean felt satisfied that he wasn’t screwing up too bad taking care of the kid.
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s immaturity and out Faith’s bags into the trunk along with the pile of Buffy’s. She had obviously shown Dean the finer art of shopping. Now the Winchester ’s trunk was filled with weapons, girl clothes, and a stuffed pig. He folded himself into the backseat beside Faith and at her expectant look opened up his lap top and popped in the PC game she had talked him into buying.
Dean brought his baby to life flicking on the stereo and pushed the cassette all the way in. The interior of the car was immediately filled with the crooning of some 90’s boy band. Hazel eyes immediately turned to glare at the blond and she shook her head declaring fearfully "Don't look at me like that I''mnot the one that touched it."
A muffled giggle from the back seat caught his attention and Dean turned to glare at the two. “Sam” he yelled and his little brother just broke into a wide grin exchanging a high five with a hysterical Faith.
While Buffy had been dragging Dean from store to store Sam and Faith had snuck into the Impala and replaced Dean’s cassette with a band called Backstreet Boys. Faith had stolen the thing off the counter at the Goodwill and Sam had decided to put it to good use.
“See,” Dean explained to Buffy as he pulled away from the curb and ripped the filth out of his baby “this is why Sammy can’t drive, and why he’s going to be sitting in the backseat from now on.” Dean threw the tape out of the window a satisfied smirk on his lips as he heard the crunch of it hitting the gravel.
Author: Chosenfire28
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN recognizable characters belong to their owners and I make no profit.
Spoilers: BtVS
Series: Daddy Dean, sort of a continuation on Slayer Girls…Emphasis On Girls
Prompt: Week 3 “Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one that touched it!"
Summary: It’s simple really; Dean and Sam take two five year olds to go shopping.
“What about that one?” Dean asked the bouncy five year old beside him. She pulled him up to the window her small hand clutching his tightly as if she was afraid to let him go. She peered at the outfit the manikin displayed and her small nose wrinkled in disgust as she announced finally “No.”
“We’ve been to three different shops.” Dean declared frustrated as five year old Buffy pulled him away from that one her green eyes scanning the mall critically.
Buffy looked up at him her eyes watering “But you promised we’d go shopping Daddy.” Her voice rose shrilly into a sob and the people near them turned to glare at the man that was making his sweet little girl cry.
Dean scooped the kid up “Real cute kid.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pointed at a little kids shop on the other side of the fountain “I wanna go there.”
“Then that’s where we’ll go.” Dean mumbled and for someone who hadn’t been around kids much he was quickly learning that this one might be more of a handful than he had originally thought.
He thought she was the sweet one so he had sent Sam off with Faith.
Too bad we didn’t know this one was a shop till you drop type.
He wondered how Sam was doing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“We’re supposed to be getting you clothes.” Sam remarked doubtfully as the dark haired little girl pointed to an arcade. Sam’s lap top was tucked under her arm possessively and he wondered what he could bribe her with to get it back.
“B will get enough clothes for both of us, I wanna play video games.” Faith declared definitely. When she saw that Sam wasn’t budging her lower lip trembled and she pleaded “Please.” Her brown eyes quickly filling with tears.
This girl was a quick learner.
Sam wavered and her hopeful eyes sent him over the edge “Okay but we still need to get you some clothes for yourself. I don’t think Buffy will want to share.”
She grinned and with a surprisingly strong grip grabbed his hand leading him the way to the place where the gory games where.
Sam couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to his lips. He rather be playing video games than shopping and was thankful Dean had taken Buffy, somehow he knew that was one girl that would max out Dean’s fake credit cards.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Sam where are you?” Dean demanded into the phone pressed to his ear frustrated and tired and hungry. He leaned against the Impala with Buffy in the passenger’s seat dressed in a pink tinker bell shirt and a pair of blue jeans Dean had urged her to get over the white. One of her bags was in her lap as she dug through the contents searching for the crayons Dean had thrown in there.
Dean glanced back at her making sure she was doing okay and she gave him a bright smile. He returned the smile with slightly less enthusiasm and growled “Dammit Sammy get your ass here or I’m going to send Blondie after you.” He snapped the phone shut and turned to Buffy who had given up her search for the crayons and was messing with his stereo.
“Hey,” he shouted and she jumped.
He immediately felt guilty for scaring the kid just cause he was worried about Sammy. “Don’t touch the stereo okay?” his voice was soft.
“Why not?” Buffy asked innocently.
Dean told her “Because I said so.”
“That’s not a reason.” Buffy pouted crossing her arms and flopping back into the seat.
“Yes it is,” Dean told her than shook his head “Don’t argue with me, I’m older so I’m right and you’re wrong.”
Buffy mumbled something under her breath and Dean was about to ask what she had said when Sam ambled up Faith holding his hand and each of them holding one bag. They were laughing and Faith had an ice cream cone.
“Where have you been?” Dean asked angrily fuming just as bad as the blond five year old in his passenger seat.
“We were at the arcade.” Faith said firmly and Sam ducked his head like he did when he was a kid and had disobeyed orders.
“Did you at least get the kid some clothes?” Dean demanded.
Sam nodded trying hard to not to keep from smiling.
“Then get in.” Dean ordered slamming into the driver’s seat and pulling his seatbelt on. When Sam looked at him and then back at Buffy Dean grinned “in the back seat Sammy, that’s were the kiddies ride.”
Buffy sat up and a sunny smile breaking across her face and Dean felt satisfied that he wasn’t screwing up too bad taking care of the kid.
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s immaturity and out Faith’s bags into the trunk along with the pile of Buffy’s. She had obviously shown Dean the finer art of shopping. Now the Winchester ’s trunk was filled with weapons, girl clothes, and a stuffed pig. He folded himself into the backseat beside Faith and at her expectant look opened up his lap top and popped in the PC game she had talked him into buying.
Dean brought his baby to life flicking on the stereo and pushed the cassette all the way in. The interior of the car was immediately filled with the crooning of some 90’s boy band. Hazel eyes immediately turned to glare at the blond and she shook her head declaring fearfully "Don't look at me like that I''mnot the one that touched it."
A muffled giggle from the back seat caught his attention and Dean turned to glare at the two. “Sam” he yelled and his little brother just broke into a wide grin exchanging a high five with a hysterical Faith.
While Buffy had been dragging Dean from store to store Sam and Faith had snuck into the Impala and replaced Dean’s cassette with a band called Backstreet Boys. Faith had stolen the thing off the counter at the Goodwill and Sam had decided to put it to good use.
“See,” Dean explained to Buffy as he pulled away from the curb and ripped the filth out of his baby “this is why Sammy can’t drive, and why he’s going to be sitting in the backseat from now on.” Dean threw the tape out of the window a satisfied smirk on his lips as he heard the crunch of it hitting the gravel.